He shouldn't have been surprised that Rhyshladlyn had run and yet he was. But what surprised him more was the way Nhulynolyn's face went blank, the way he lost focus almost as soon as Rhyshladlyn was out of sight. It was the same look he'd always gotten when Rhyshladlyn was using their connection to speak …
Category: Txiwteb World: Book Two
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She watched him pace back and forth under the awning that extended from the front of their tent, heedless of the way he was wearing a trough in the ground. The afternoon rains that usually hit Txiwteb World during the months leading up to proper summer poured down with an intermittent consistency, the rumble of …
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She idly pet the arm of the throne she sat on, fingers looking pale against the black stone. It wasn't nearly as beautiful as the one that stood in the Great Hall of the Eighth Palace but it would suffice. Thayne had that throne now, but not for long, not if she had her way. …
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By the Old Ones did he hate her. He hated her scarred face, made that way by his previous Lady. Hated the eyes that gave truth spoken to her impure bloodlines, to the indiscretion not of his beloved Lady but of the personal guard who had come before him that was tasked with protecting her and did …
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Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, in, in, breathe out... "D'you think I give two fucks that y'murdered millions?" Nhulynolyn's voice was sharper than Sülknír steal as it swung through the air of Relyt's tent. He glanced up at the ice blue eyes he had missed being reflected back at him in the mirror when seeing his …
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Adrenaline burned hot and fast through the lingering guilt and anger as he darted around warriors scrambling to answer the alarm's call to battle. Everywhere he looked warriors flew out of their tents in various states of undress, dropped their cooking duties mid-motion, dismantled camp fires, put stasis spells on half finished meals, and donned …
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Mallacht's coldfire-drenched blade pierced the membranous flesh that connected the spines of the Oiki's back fans, making the beast shriek. Landing on its other side, the flames on his blade doused by its blood, Rhyshladlyn grunted as the Oiki swung its great tail too fast for him to dodge it completely. The spikes at its …
